Children have a mind that manifests questions as they perceive
the world through a wondrous and curious mentality. They ask simple questions like “Why do I have
to go to school?” or “Why does my sister look like me.” The answers to these questions
are pretty simple as we learn to understand life and begin to experience the
world that is reality. People go to school to learn and gain knowledge on various
subjects such as mathematics, science, literature, and social studies and
siblings share same physical appearances due to the fact that they are the
offspring of the same parents. However, as individuals grow up, there are many
questions that will remain unanswered.
While there are many questions that can be explained with
reasonable answers, there are still countless numbers of questions that I have that
will remain unsolved. Today I watched the
film, Attack on Darfur, which told a story about American journalists who are
conflicted when they encounter the problems in Sudan. In the small village of Darfur, these
journalist interview, photograph, and document stories of the local villagers.
It is then they hear that the Janaweed, a violent militia, is heading towards
Darfur where the people in the village will suffer brutal attacks. These journalists are faced with the decision
of whether to turn back where it is safe, or stay and help the people of Darfur
where their chance of surviving is an insufficient percentage. Uwe Boll, the director of Attack on Dafur,
illustrates the distraught reality that occurred eight years ago. He masters
the reality and graphic truth of the disturbed genocide of the people of Darfur
as he creates an emotional twist by incorporating outside civilians who feel
the pain and suffering as they witness the horrifying stories that soon become
reality.
It’s 5 in the morning and I cannot sleep due to the fact
that I am still torn over the fact that such a cruelty exist. We hear about genocide in school, we become
educated about the number of lives who have been affected, and we even see
movies depicting the harsh killings. Contrariwise there is something in
humanity that disables us from actually believing such evil exist. Why do
people kill? What drives and motivates someone to torture other human beings?
Does anyone feel any remorse or guilt after taking a life? Does a piece of them
fall after pulling a trigger? What emotional satisfaction does one gain by
ending another’s life? Questions in which I will never find the answer. After watching
this film, I am feel tempted to go to my Dad because as childish as it may
sound, I know that if anything happens to me, I can always run to him, even
when I’m scared, sad, upset, or frightened. Regardless of any given situation,
I know he will always be there, but who did the people of Darfur have?